To the Russian poets and all poets;the shimmering, undefeated "cloud of witnesses" who conveyed at great cost in their own way: the connecting idea between Heaven and earth. And most of all, to the poet from the former Soviet Union who, dying, in prison, wrote his final poem in his own blood on the wall: the single word, "Hope". Whole-hearted To the Triune God in memory of Mary Adalyn Douglas.
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Saturday, March 26, 2016

Lullaby, Sweet Lullaby, Hummed From Space...

oh craning our necks from the Space capsulewe saw the greening of Poetry all over the earth;the pink orchards, melting into cream;the stars over the purple birthdays.and the seas washed silver to goldand the children remembered in their sleepah, without being toldold stories unfurling on the scrollsof rose scented kingdoms.o then all the petals rained downof all the flowers at the same time;and mercury dimes for thewishing wells, the fountains;the furtive,the penny-splendid fudgesickle;the ice cream pastels;thin crusted chocolate on thepopsicle bars of the bell curved vanillaand snapdragons, fugitive saleson the garden party shirtwaistsin the afternoonhalf price Walt Disney, at the cinemas.and the trees in the national forestswept joyfully their leavesand the baby pine needlesthe curdled blue windsthe milk in the cereal bowlschanging colours-the children square dancingalemande leftand are Happymary angela douglas 26 march 2016

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All I want to say is I am very concerned about what I perceive as the devaluation of the pure lyric voice in world poetry and I pray for its renewal and enhancement throughout the world because I believe its loss is also in a deep sense the loss of the human soul to darkness and to senseless information. I also believe in the principles of artistic devotion as enumerated by Kandinsky and I completely believe in the reality of Divine Inspiration in the creative process (I mean, God, not something vague) and in the co-creation of art with God, the artist or poet and the "cloud of witnesses" (those who have laid the groundwork and have preceded us)having an equal confluence and influence.
I believe in all art as a consoling, beautiful, truthful manifestation, not as degradation, obscenity or propaganda. I believe in it as the link between Heaven and Earth.